Whiskey!

Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey. Brownest of the brown liquors... source of inner warmth in a cold, cold world… destroyer of brain cells… sleep-inducing nectar of the gods, how I love thee.

I'm usually a Maker's man (OK, that's a bit of a lie. I'm really more of a "whatever's nearby and free" man), but I think I have a new favorite: Elijah Craig. I know the name sounds more like that of a troubled NFL running back than a delicious bourbon, but trust me on this: Elijah Craig is the truth. It's the bourbon equivalent of Jules Winnfield's wallet: the label should say Bad Motherfucker on it. It's smooth, yet tough. Rugged, yet inviting. Cuddly, yet pointy in parts. Plus, it's relatively cheap. I think my bottle cost me around $20. And it's named for the dude who allegedly invented bourbon. Buy a bottle. It'll getcha drunk!